• The hanged man is dressed in his Sunday best
    As he slowly dangles from the tree
    The neighborhood kids run out with sticks
    Ready to break this pinata and take his treats
    Oh it's quite a happy birthday indeed

    He doesn't know what he did to get here
    But the catastrophic medley is played just for him
    All the trailer park dads watch as they sip their beer
    Cheering on the kids who try to break him
    Hoping to burst out the jelly and get to his candy center

    During his agony he wonders the entire time
    He can't imagine, what was his crime?
    Was he a thief? Or was he a obscene?
    Was he abusive? Was he a freak?
    Was he a murderer? Or was he simply a queen?

    Now his bones are broken and bent sideways
    He's staring absently at death
    And he sings with his final breath,

    "Happy birthday to me"
    "Happy birthday to me"
    "Happy birthday dear hanged man"
    "Happy birthday to me"